Ryu- Well, it's 2010 people, and this has been posted right on the first minute of the New Year. Well, it would have, had something not gone wrong. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy.

shizu Fumikari – Yes, even I think that's a bit much, and I wish I could draw well and had loads of time, then I would make my stories into doujins.

Gravefire – Yes, nothing can keep Byakuran from his Shou-chan, who might not understand the meaning of 10051.

New Year 09-10

Irie was currently out of breath. Why, you might ask, well, because he was running, running from who, Irie didn't even know, and his cries for help were drowned out by the roars and cracks of the ever colorful fireworks.

Beautiful as it was, no one could hear Irie running, yelling, or gasping for breath as he turned and hit a dead end, and there was no time to backtrack as Irie heard footsteps.

Even when Irie turned around, he could not see his pursuer's face, but he had no time to think.

The pursuer lunged and grabbed hold of Irie, who struggled, and in his struggle, did not see the needle. Irie did feel the needle pierce the skin of his neck and felt the contents disperse.

The next thing Irie knew, his body went lax and the pursuer, now kidnapper hoisted him onto the shoulder and walked toward a car that was quite close by.

Irie now knew that running away had been pointless, because the kidnapper knew his way around, and had planned everything.

Soon the kidnapper reached the car, and threw Irie onto the back car seat after closing the car door, trapping Irie inside. It was quite spacious inside, and Irie knew he was going to be raped, but there was one good thing to it all, Irie saw his kidnapper's face.

"Byakuran!" Irie shouted as the needle's venom seemed to wear off.

"Hey Shou-chan." Byakuran said.

"What do you thing you're doing!" Irie shouted.

"I read this morning that adrenaline in the blood can increase the love making time. Plus, doing it bareback can be quite pleasurable." Byakuran said as he smiled.

"I'm leav-" Irie said, but suddenly found another needle in his neck and his body once again slumped.

"Now now, I wouldn't want to poke another hole in your soft neck." Byakuran said as he proceeded to strip Irie and himself.

As Byakuran did this, Irie soon found feeling in his limbs again, but it was moments too late as pain slowly blossomed up from Irie's entrance.

Byakuran slowly slid into Irie, careful not to hurt his precious person. The ring muscles tensed, and constricted due to not being prepared and loosened. Irie gasped at every centimeter that Byakuran gained.

"Agh! Bya-Byakuran-sa-san. I-It hurts." Irie said as he jerked from another jolt of pain.

"Shhh..." Byakuran said as he left butterfly kisses along Irie's jawline and under Irie's ear.

Finally, after many antagonizing moments, Byakuran was finally sheathed inside Irie. Byakuran kissed Irie on the lips to muffle what was to come.

Byakuran pulled out abruptly, causing Irie to scream and tears to form. More moments passed and the tears soon fell down Irie's face. Byakuran licked those tears and soon his tongue found its way to Irie's nipples.

The gasps soon became moans as Byakuran's tongue danced around Irie's nipples and occasionally swirled around them while stopping at the tip.

Due to the small distraction, the pain was forgotten, and then it receded away, leaving just pleasure. Byakuran increased his pace and began to hit that one spot that would have Irie crying out for more.

But all of this still wasn't enough for our rapist wannabe, no, Byakuran had something special up his sleeve, or should I say in a special box.

"Ngh, haa. W-what's that?" Irie said between gasps.

"It's love in a bottle." Byakuran said as he uncorked the bottle.

Irie was going to say now was not the time to drink champagne, but that was discarded once he saw Byakuran positioning the bottle at his entrance, and not pulling out fully.

"W-wait Bya-" Was all Irie said before the bottle was promptly inserted into him.

Now Irie had both the bottle's neck and Byakuran's length inside of him. Irie could also feel the liquid pour into him, making him feel hot, and crave for more of the sensations.

Irie began to move his hips in time with Byakuran's thrusts, and soon the bottle was empty, then discarded.

Irie now thought that all of this was enough, but for Byakuran, it wasn't. Byakuran flipped Irie onto his knees and hands. With this position, Byakuran could move quicker into Irie, gaining more moans, he was also able to take hold of Irie's length and pump it quickly along with the thrusts.

Now it was enough, and it was more than Irie could handle. All the sensations were messing with Irie's mind, and Irie could no longer control himself as he came into Byakuran's hand, and went limp. Byakuran's arms were the only thing keeping him up.

But Byakuran took a few more slow but deep thrusts, and then came inside Irie. After, Byakuran moved under Irie and held said person in his arms. Irie couldn't really protest as he was already too tired.

Byakuran, seeing that Irie wasn't going to struggle began to nuzzle and lick the dried blood that had leaked from the puncture wounds, and as he did that, Byakuran got some ideas for the next special days to come, and he was sure they would be quite, enjoyable.

And as Byakuran fell asleep, Irie shivered.

-End-

Ryu- Well, I hoped you liked it, and Happy New Year.